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First Field of Fonons [Written/Action]

[Written, Anonymous]

[The following anonymous message appears around noon on Sunday. It could be familiar to anyone who's seen it before.]

Excuse me, people of Luceti. I am new here, and I would simply like to make a few requests in order to better ascertain this situaion. First of all, I'd like to request that the following people report to the local schoolhouse's second floor office immediately for questioning:

-Fon Master Ion
-Nephry Osborne (née Balfour)
-Anise Tatlin
-Mystearica Aura Fende
-Florian
-Asch, son of Susanne
-Arietta the Wild

-Also, Luke fon Fabre.

[He intentionally uses a personal touch in some names for several reasons. One is to hint at what he knows about them, which gives incentive for them to come meet with him without knowing for sure who he is. Anger is also a useful incentive, which is why at least one name is written a certain way - not to mention how anger can make someone slip up. And of course, Jade has to see if these people truly answer to such names - if they really have the memories of those he knew back in Auldrant.]

If there is anyone else here hailing from Auldrant whose name is not on that list, I invite them to be questioned as well. Secondly, any authors of this so-called Guide whom still reside within the enclosure are also to come talk to me. I would be glad to speak with anyone who has any other unique information at all.

Finally, I believe there that one of the clothing shop should currently have in its stock a standard grade uniform of the Malkuth imperial forces. If he is currently within Luceti, Gailardia Galan Gardios is to retrieve it and then report in for questioning. Otherwise, this duty shall fall to Luke fon Fabre.

That will be all.

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[It's been several hours since Jade woke up in this seemingly unoccupied office, which possibly contained some samples of pottery which had a disturbing familiarity to them. Jade had no problem working alone and in this state of undress to figure it out where he was - occasionally examining the hallway and nearby rooms to confirm that he was in some kind of schoolhouse. Even his glasses were gone, but Jade felt no major concern for the time being. He realized after reading the Guide that it could be effect of the supposed power cap reducing his need for the glasses. It just helps him feel more confident on his decision of spending the rest of the day in that room, awaiting those who come to see him, while making some paperwork already from loose sheets of paper.

During these hours before making the anonymous message, he had studying the contents of the journal, reading back through the last few months to gather as much information as possible - and studying the Guide as well. He liked to think that he was taking it calmly and rationally. But he has to confirm things firsthand. The images he saw in that book included those whom he was sure were dead. Until he talks to them himself, he can't dismiss the possibility of being suddenly trapped in a replica world, no matter how final Van's defeat seemed to be. So Jade sat at a desk with his fingers steepled, awaiting the first interviewee, his red eyes more glaringly standing out with his lack of glasses.

One could also catch him that evening in full uniform, browsing the item shop for those glasses once all his interrogations are said and done.]

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[It's her turn to take a long breath and steeple her fingers.]

I don't quite know. [It strikes her how odd it is to look at him without his glasses on.] Last summer, he suffered from a condition that Saphir discovered to be some sort of...extra strain on the fonons in his body, brought on by stress and not enough rest, among other things. Something similar appears to be affecting him now, but if it is the same...sickness, it is progressing much faster this time. [A detail brushes past her thoughts.]

I believe that in this instance it may be related to, or amplified by, whatever happened the last time he was...held captive by the Malnosso. We talked about it once; since then he has been reluctant to speak to any of us at all.

[The Big Thing, she saves for last. Fon Master Ion will be unable to comply with your request.] He can hardly walk anymore.

[Saphir. That's an exceptional mental note to take, but not one to pursue at the moment. Not with the news that accompanies it.]

I see... This is quite distressing. I'll have to submit him to an examination as soon as possible. [He says calmly, rationally. Perhaps a few ideas are forming in his mind - but he's sure he can find a way to help the fon master. Or maybe just wants to.

After all, Ion's death had been regrettable.]

In the past few years, he has found a stable life here, Jade - one with people who treat him as someone real, for lack of a better metaphor. He is very aware of what he would return to, should he leave this place.

[What she doesn't think she can convey to her dear brother is how much Ion doesn't want to die again.]

[He gets some sense of it, at least - it makes sense logically. Aside from that, it enforces the notion he's been getting hints of that Nephry has been taking care of Ion. A curious relationship to be sure.]

In a sense, I'm glad to know that a replica could carve such an existence here. Just [That had been his new goal - to make a better life for replicas. But it looks like part of his job was already being done for him through this world.] Just as you seem to have been getting to know your acquaintances better. But I know full well what you speak of. What happened to Ion back home...

[He pauses for a moment in thought.]

It's not something I'd allow to be witnessed a second time.

I feel the same about that. [She knows what happened to him. Most of how it happened, too.] In light of all of this, I hope you will not disagree to helping him.

You may find that I'm not disagreeable on this matter. Of course, my medical experience is severely limited. Still, I'll do all within my power to try to analyze the problem and help him. [Maybe even come up with some BS solution in the classic Curtiss manner.]

Jade, you're the expert on replicas. [More than Saphir. More than Van. There isn't anyone else.] Anything you find out will be better than what we can do now.

I very well can't deny that. [Please, continue with the flattery, dear sister.] There is of course the chance that his current problems are not replica-specific. But whichever it is, I am sure I can figure it out with enough examination.

Without terrifying him, please. [He might still be...put off bu Jade, after what happened with the tree.]

[He sighs.]

I am not going to try to terrify the fon master.

Given your tendency toward mischief, I would feel terrible if I was less than perfectly clear.

Did he answer your message?

That is understandable, but not applicable to this individual.

[He looks down to check the journal.]

Mm, yes. It seems that he is amicable towards meeting with me on the first floor. And as I am not some bogeyman out to terrify him, I shall acquiesce to this request. [He says as he scribbles.]

That glare of yours can be quite intimidating. [As he is well aware. At least he's got a coat.]

What else do you want to ask me about?

I suppose I should have tried to locate my glasses. Then again, it's hard to tell if they dull or sharpen the effect.

At this point, I believe that I have witnessed enough to determine for certain that you are my sister, Nephry, and that you have lived a valid existence here. Otherwise, I primarily seek information regarding those who run this enclosure - the Malnosso.

What did you think I was?

[Not 'who'.]

Given the crisis that that was just narrowly averted back home combined with the number of deceased people found in this book, I had to ensure that I was not waking up in a true replica world. [The theory seems less likely now, so he doesn't feel compromised putting it out there.]

Edited 2013-03-12 16:07 (UTC)

If you are, there are a disproportionate number of replicas who don't even know what Auldrant is. [Obviously, she's not serious.] I believe, in most cases, that those we recognize as 'dead' have been brought to this world from a time when they were alive.

Considering my own memories of home and my abrupt arrival here, I find that I am inclined to believe in that theory, for the time being. I'll know for sure when I speak with them. [He has to see the living proof, that death has been avoided or reversed here, before he can fully believe it.]

Or you could be a replica, too.

[Every so often.

You can tell they're really related.]

[He gives a smirk. Pretty sneaky, sis.]

Is that so? In that case, I suppose I should be overjoyed to finally join my brethren here in the replica paradise. The seventh fonons within me are simply shimmering with delight.

[Oh no so help her if he tries anything foolish like that here-

What aged and dusty thoughts. Having them again is so like blowing the dust from childhood artifacts that she actually coughs, a little.]

When you're through playing games of intelligence, you are...welcome to come to the house. Number one. It isn't that hard to find.

[Jade was only trying to riff on the irony of most replicas being composed of seventh fonosn. But he already has the journal open to the guide and fingers the house on the map.]

I see. It doesn't seem to be much of a walk. You reside there?

Yes, along with Ion, Anise, Tear, and Florian. [He once lived there himself. She neglects to mention it.] If you choose to stay there, that's fine.

[He strokes at his chin thoughtfully.]

It sounds like you've assembled quite the diverse group under one roof. [The "Nephry gang", as it were.] Well, if it's not disagreeable with any of you, I suppose I would have no objection myself to such an arrangement. After all, it is best for me to have convenient access for Ion while monitoring his health. [With Anise around when he needs gruntwork, and two replicas of the same person to observe? He actually finds this quite agreeable.]

I understand how jarring it is, to get used to living here. It helps to have familiar people around, when you can.

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